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With wounds I tire
Forging a path through a sea of swollen minds
I will reach my end
Here I stand a broken man
Moments before collapse
As I watch them ruin what I fashioned
A formless figure smeared across my hatred
A pound of my own flesh
In return for a mouth to be heard
Such sickening cries of mine
Built from anguish, sold as hope
Now I smell the toxic smoke
I smell the steel in human mousetraps
I see through the veil of hope
While pulling taught this lowly rope
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Now in lament of a crimson crescent moon
I occupy this half-lit corpse-flesh prison
With mandibles quaking in the present
I reach outwardly for the glowing fires
Its teeth rip right through me like a puppet
I give thanks to this farsighted benediction
To feed hell’s hungry mouth
To feed hell’s hungry mouth
In violent flames and haunted depths
Be still, and surrender your smile to the midnight sun
To the midnight sun
The ecstasy of belonging, long at last
A sanctuary for the transcendentally homeless
Casting tremors over all the Earth.
Be still, and surrender your smile to the midnight sun
Into the molten jaws of death
Into the midnight sun
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Blood, Flesh, Malice
04:06
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This world is a graveyard
Built on dreams that died long ago
And here I stand alone
This solstice
The shortest day that never seems to fucking end
And here I stand alone
And here I stand floating through you
Slowly, beneath the surface
This inner monologue is turning against me
Controlling my emptiness
I’m tearing flesh from my shell
The agony takes hold of me and I can’t save myself anymore
Blood, flesh, malice
This is the end
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I swallow glass that dilutes my water
I’ve learned to tie my boots with my eyes glued shut
A pawn in a savage canvassed rat race
Waiting for my day to come
I’ve spent my life losing sleep
Firing lead and gnawing teeth
To become their well-greased death-machine
A solemn hornist to play their refrain
I march toward the alleged enemy
While the world waits on their one last breath
Their flesh smells just like my own
Their skin shines bright in the sun
Marking their agony in the marshland
To be perverted for our own glorification
I want no part of this sadistic master narrative
No trace of me to be found in this damned book
I beg the sun to take me with them
And free me from my own misguidance
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Atmospheric black/funeral doom from Australia.
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